That Old Man

An old mantracked me downasked me about the soundI was listening to.Said he liked it.Said he thought he was like me.Once.Said he's just oldbut he's basically the sameas me.He's basically the same as me.

Said we are the same.It's just that I'm young and aliveand he's old and reflective.Said he felt the sameas he always hadbut it's harder now to take partin life.

Said he still had dreamsSaid he still don't know what life meansSaid he still sings in the carSaid the distance between uswasn't all that far.

And I thought about thatAnd what he was all aboutAnd I heard a songthat I likedcoming from this deviceon some kidand when I asked him what it wasit was like it might not be allowedbecause now I'm the old manbut I haven't changed at allI just agedlike that old man I think about.